"Yang Chuxia, can you ever stop?" Yang Ruoqiu exploded, hearing "Brother An" over and over again. Everything seemed to involve comparing Brother An. It was intentional, wasn't it? "Everyone knows that your Brother An is a top-notch guy. What's the point of going on and on about it?"
"Hehehehe..." Yang Chuxia touched her nose and smiled awkwardly. Fine, it was unintentional. She just couldn't help it, even though she knew it was annoying. She couldn't help thinking of Brother An in any situation. "Sorry, sorry!"
Seeing the anger in Yang Ruoqiu's eyes, she quickly waved her hand to apologize.
"Tsk..." Yang Dongzhi, who had been listening to all this, sneered, looking extremely disdainful.
Glancing at Yang Ruoqiu, she said, "Why are you so worked up? It's true that you can't compare to Brother An, and you even forbid others from saying it. But you're right. For someone like you, being able to marry someone with land and fields is already considered pretty good."
